The Enigma Of Deceptive Love

Chapter 7: Metamorphose

I turn to the direction of the sound where I see a man kneeling on the ground at about a feet away, his mouth wide open with puddles of vomit on the marble floor. A guard quickly approaches him, helping him to get back to his feet, holding him steady only to lash his face back onto the wetness he had created.

I flinched at the sound that echoed through the now, completely silent hall.
My vision was suddenly restricted for a hand had blocked it. New Mr. Nameless Guard held my arm and led me outside the room. My ears picked up on the lashes and thrashes, followed by the moans and grunts of the wounded man.

As we're walking down the hallway, I try asking what the hell that was. Each of my syllables being cut off by his never-ending chatter about himself. I thought they weren't supposed to disclose any information about their personal lives or something like that. Perhaps, i could end up using his transparency to my benefit.
He told me about how the women in his family always ended up living longer than the men.
Apparently it had something to do with the "dangers of being a man". Sexist. I thought.
He also told me about how he had to ride across the town on his bicycle, just because his cousin lost her kitten and she wouldn't stop crying. He finally caved in when she started scribbling on his duvet.

Nothing about the man whatsoever.

My hand was let go of, only when we had reached the room. I immediately grabbed my wrist, the tingling sensation that came with blood rushing to your palm was rather fun. I sit on the floor, still unfamiliar with the surroundings, I feel his presence in front of me.

"We still have around an hour before you leave, wanna ask anything?"
"Anything but of todays' events." He added.
I thought for a while, figuring out what to do with a chance like this. Asking irrelevant questions would be a waste, obviously. Organizing my thoughts, I decided to play it safe, at least right now.
"Tell me more about you, considering the fact that you know everything about me there is to, it's only fair that I get the same."

"Well okay. Feisty." He chuckles.
"Let's see, I grew up in a place where there were barely any dark haired eighteen year old's that liked tying two braids." He said, referring to my hair.

"I had a family. Nothing particularly interesting about them, my parents worked fairly paid jobs. Enough for us to afford good food at least. I've always had a passion for singing." Piquing my interest. "Sucked at every instrument there was to the point where I'd either break the instrument or my brain trying to figure out where my fingers are supposed to go."

"Lame. What about your name? Age?"
"Logan, twenty-three."
"Oldie"
"Newborn" He smiles.
"Ancient"
"Youngling"
"Closer to death"
"Latest progeny"
"Eat glass."

"Ouch. Rude."
"Aren't you obsessed with wanting to be right all the time."
"Oh you have no idea."

The man had this aura, something calming and promising, yet very intimidating. I know I shouldn't be making comments within a day of knowing the guy but, it was so present that even an ant could feel it.
He suddenly stands up, cursing at himself,
"Oh shit. Your uniform." He tells me to wait as he opens the crying door and rushes off to some place else.
Within minutes, I find him back in the room, with my uniform. The same old uniform. Fuck.

He claps his hands and my eyes get hit by blinding lights once again. I look around, totally taken by surprise at what had happened. "How- Ho- what-"
He chuckles once again.
His deep voice echoing through the under-furnished white hell.

"I can bring a mirror for you if you want, but I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to move from the room. You can go to the washroom though if you'd like privacy."

"Like privacy? What do you mean "like privacy"? Of course I require privacy like any other normal human."

"Shit. No that's not what I meant. God. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Chill. I was joking." I just felt the need to do something, for..well no apparent reason.

"Eat glass." He shoots back.

"Ouch. Rude." I chuckle.
I go to the non-shit stinking washroom to change, keeping the door slightly open so that I wouldn't have to change in the dark again.

Removing my clothes, I finally saw all the scars I missed the last time I saw myself. Running my hands through the burnt skin along my arms, chest and thighs was like a retrospect to what I was treated back at school.

A speck of dust. Dust that everyone would just hit away. Sometimes annoying, invisible otherwise.
Either way, my face was left untouched. She probably didn't want to remind herself of the inhumane things she did.

Staring at my body, I realized that I was probably worthless at this point. No part of my flesh was left barren. They marked me 'used' on Every. Single. Part.

Today was probably not going to be any different. It did kinda feel weird not being subject to any kind of pain for the past two days. I mean, at least life would be back to normal if I go to school, i guess?
I let go of the thoughts, decided to focus on dressing and getting out.

I re-braided my shoulder length hair and secured it with two rubber bands.
I get out of the washroom to see Logan crouching on the bed. The room looked so bright that it would've drove me crazy if there were no blood stains on the wall.

"God this bed is SOAKED."

"No shit."

"I'll ask boss for permission to change it, dont worry."

I shrug it off and ask how long we have left before I leave.
"Around 30 minutes"

I look around to check the time, only to be disappointed by the absence of a freaking clock. Coming to think of it, I didn't see a clock anywhere in this place.

"If you're late, I'll take responsibility okay?" He says, noticing my eyes wandering over each wall.
I nod approvingly.

Not knowing what else to do to kill time, I sit on the chair and started swinging my legs back and forth. The long pair of socks had covered the bruises underneath my maroon skirt, which was kinda nice. I could just pretend that they never existed in the first place.

"Don't you look like a student." He exclaims.
"It's terrible enough that an eighteen year old has to wear a uniform to school, don't make it worse."
"That's no way you should be talking to your elders like that young lady."
"Shut up, old man."
"Manners, kid."

A soft snicker escapes me, loud enough for him to hear it.

Suddenly, someone knocks at the door.

"Ah! It's time for you to leave." Logan says.
"Wait in the car, I can't drop you off looking like a member from the bomb squad." He adds.
I open the door to see another guard standing outside with a backpack.

"Oh this will be your new bag from now, we tried washing your old one and it just disintegrated." I hear from inside.
I stay outside as the guard walks in to hand Logan a suitcase.
"Thanks man. I trust her to not run away now, so be careful with where your hands go."

He does a tiny little bow in reply and walks to me, handcuffing his hand to mine.

We start moving towards the entrance.
I could keep any landmarks in mind, incase I'd need to report anything to the police.

We walk outside and it's a huge concreted ground. Separated from the rest of the world by walls as tall as four me-s stacked on top of each other.
And in the middle of the ground stood a car. A freaking limo.

He gestures me to enter, like any other sane human would, i gladly did.
Wine holders, a bunch of snacks, water bottles and what looked like expensive wine. Man the car was fully equipped.

I make myself comfortable in the very expensive leather, keeping my bag on the clean floor. It was weird entering a car without someone's hair clip, another woman's lipstick and pairs of underwear and socks in it.

Just as the door shuts next to me, I notice that the windows were pitch black. My entire view of the world was now blocked. Another failed plan. How convenient.
Within a few minutes, the door next to me opens.